It was not the end of the world; but when that time finally comes it will no doubt look much like this morning.
On the western horizon a boiling, churning wall of purple-black filled the space between earth and sky. The towering wall of darkness drove before it waves of destruction.
Winds peppered the sides of buildings with trash cans, benches, and garden gnomes. Trees bent double in submission, many leaving branches scattered across the ground. Birds flapped their wings frantically in a bid to escape the rushing currents threatening to drive them to the ground.
In mere moments the ordinary was forgotten - just as, when the time comes, the world will fade to black.
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